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Children in cages

Children in cages, and tyrants in the White House. Smoke in suburbs. Maroon velvet rugs under the feet of an artificial fool. Children in cages and human beasts in the White House. Those who have a sick soul inhabit the palaces of the republic. The fighters languish in the suburbs. Where have the America of California gone? You no longer wear flowers in your hair. You were afraid of the freedom of your soul and you decided to imitate  the decadent and unfair tawdriness of the Sun King  and all the pathetic kings in the world that are considered superior people. Where have all the flowers gone? They ripped them out of the earth  and kept in the wicker basket  of an old grandmother who had lost her head. They now stink, and they will not be longer flowers. Where is the harmonics of Key West? Where does the girl with eyes of heaven live? The girl who swam in the nude under the bridge of San Francisco? She abhorred freedom because of a bad hangover, and because of the silver mirrors  with which they bought t…
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The finest hour

All the human nations are called to be free; the empires always fall down. The power of the people is ilimited. And even though the laws, the legal violence, the injustice of the power... get some victories, at the end, truth arises, and the people get freedom
We will be peaceful in the beaches, we will be peaceful in the streets and the hills. We will be peaceful in the sea and even alone. We will never surrender. As long as just one free man keeps stand and helds his will of being free, we will never surrender.
The mock and the despise that Spanish rulers do against the will of the most people in Catalonia; the use of the legal violence to avoid the implementation of the government that people want... It should make Spanish rulers aware of their resounding democratic failure.

Order is not enough

Order is not enough.  If the order appears because of the repression...  If there's no freedom, what will the life be like?  Safety, order, uniformity, silence, urban harmony, richness, dominion... What are those goals for... if we are not free to dream, fly,  change the life, overcome all that is established, run away from routine, seek a newer world?  What would our prestige be for if we were'n able to sit on a beach and sing a song to the sunset in a warm summer night? What is our elegant suit for if it denies us the pleasure of feeling the wind, the sand, the sun, the water... in our whole skin?  What is our life for if we don't experience surprise?  It doesn't do any good to grab gold chains if they are heavy and ungrateful.  We are born to be free.

Four fathers that can't kiss their children this Christmas

Black is the color of my true love's hair... and this is a nice black a bright black... But there another black realities that are not so nice... In fact, these other black realities are sad, unfair, cruel... There are four fathers that can't kiss their children this Christmas. They deed only peaceful and political deeds. Of course they did deeds, but political deeds; declarations, voting, expressing, always by peaceful ways... But in Europe, some states use still non democratic ways. So... I dedicate this song to this four fathers jailed. May be one they they will be called Homeland's fathers as Jefferson or Washington. God bless them, and God bless the democracy, the peace and the will of the people.

Oh Freedom!

Hi! This is a post-Civil War African-American freedom song. I want to sing this song right here and right now because I want to express that nothing is goig to steal my freedom and the freedom of the people I love. The world around us is full of chains. Some people say that they don't listen to the chains, but if we really have chains, the chains only ring when we try to go ahead. People that are immobile will never listen to the chains. We live in a world full of prohibitions, a world that tries to make the people work with laws and threats as if we were slaves or cattle. The very educational system tries to make their schools work with rules, laws, punishments, brawls... We need to free us from all this slavery. We need to sing, and dance, and smile... And besides, throughout these days, there are some peaceful compatriots jailed right now because of political facts. They haven't been even judged, and they are great men and women, smart, helpful, kind... But they are in j…

There is only one authentic union, that is when the one who is united can decide at any time not to be.

Any democratic state should consider through its constitution the possibility that any of its territories could be independent if a large enough majority of the population of that territory required it. To preserve the union, any democratic state should treat each of its territories in a fair and respectful way (with regard to the rights of people and the peoples), in order to convince them to keep the union. Repressive or tyranny laws don't make sense to impose the union, and violence doesn't make sense either. There is only one authentic union, that is when the one who is united can decide at any time not to be.
One day, all the legislations of the world, will accept these postulates as inalienable and as a heritage of the rights of all people. Just as it has come to accept that slavery is unacceptable and that all people must be equal in rights and opportunities. In fact, we hold these truths to be self evident. 

Horror and Hope in Catalonia on October 1 (by Mathew Tree)

The next issue was written by Mathew Tree in his facebook.       He gently allowed me to publish it here.

On the evening of the September 30th, I went on a stroll to my nearest polling station, the Fort Pienc primary school at the far eastern end of Barcelona's Eixample district; the same school which my children had attended from the ages of three to twelve. So I knew quite a lot of the people there, who were putting up signs on the walls supporting democracy and the right to vote and were going to spend the night there, organising activities that were non-referendum-related, as they knew they would get visits from the Catalan police, who had instructions to close any premises in which 'referendum-realted activity' was taking place.  The police had been twice, had been exquisitely polite, took note of the number of people staying overnight and left. The atmosphere inside was bristling with excitement, of a kind I'd seen before (on the major Catalan demonstrations of 201…